Redsand Canyon Copacabana

He beamed at the response. I know you are, but what am I? Killdeer teased. He watched the kid rear up, and stiffened a bit, waiting for him to tumble over. Not that he should be overly cautious or protective; pups had to learn from their bumps and bruises.

But gosh, he was so small. . .

What're you doing? he asked again, laughing as the small face hovered close to his own, intent.